I Know Why the Peacock Prefers Roses

An Examination of Labor and Violence By Sarama Keum-Sun It was a horde of peacocks, flooding in through the four open doors of the car. They crowded into thrashing piles of flapping wings and pecking beaks—pecking at my head, my eyes, my mouth. My friend sat in the passenger’s seat wrestling them off me, butContinue reading “I Know Why the Peacock Prefers Roses”